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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
Chris Arellano
Chris Arellano
Guitar
Michael Hoye
Michael Hoye
Bass
Gabe Stein
Gabe Stein
Drums
Alex DiDonato
Alex DiDonato
Guitar
Brendan Hoye
Brendan Hoye
Keyboards
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pierre de Reeder
Pierre de Reeder
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Hellam
Aaron Hellam
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Thread by thread, I pull apart my shelter, push ahead But when I find just what I'm looking for, I'm gonna need a friend, an open door To be naive, to let it pass me by, and to relieve Myself of everything in front of me. To neglect responsibility I'm gonna call on somebody, in a cry or plea Could be something discovered in reality I couldn't tell ya, it hits us in different ways I know we're young but I feel so old Get me the doctor, call me the doctor One by one we become undone Get me the doctor, call me the doctor Now we're here, but all we want to do is dissapear And that thread that you were walking on Has now withered in your years withdrawn You're gonna call on somebody, in a cry or plea Could be something discovered, in reality, well I couldn't tell ya, it hits us in different ways I know we're young but I feel so old Get me the doctor, call me the doctor One by one we become undone Get me the doctor, call me the doctor Oh, the days they pass me by I sit still but I don't know why And in the night, I'll rise I'll never go, so I'll never know I know we're young but I feel so old Get me the doctor, call me the doctor One by one we become undone Get me the doctor, call me the doctor
Writer(s): Brendan John Hoye, Gabriel Ely Stein, Michael Dennis Hoye, Alexander Joseph Didonato Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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